This is a song about "Killing fantasy archwitches"

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

His employment turned to a fantasy, this voyage of prosperity

Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting

My divine itching and shrine killing

Is this all just fantasy dream or future controversy fit to spring,

So i happen to phil jacksons along the way with this talking

Not for attention for killing

I only got one rule, no kissing

We were livin a fantasy

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Don't want to be the king

On this mission that im killing,

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

The rest of ya'll live inside a delusional fantasy

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

Fantasy falls apart leaving me so frustrated